Groundhags

Thought it was time we properly introduced ourselves…. ☕️✨

We’re back 👁️☕️👁️ Your resident oracles return for a second round of COFFEE READINGS at @tennisbarberlin this Wednesday 🌟 Want to know what your house plants are up to when you’re not listening? Whether your upstairs neighbor is actually your soulmate? Or do you have a general question for the universe? 🗓️ Wednesday, 11. March ⏰18.00-late. DM if you’d like to reserve a slot, it gets busy… 💰All readings on donation basis, everyone welcome 📍Tennis Bar See you there ❣️

RIEKE A lady in a voluptuous Victorian gown sits on a garden bench lost in thought. As if eavesdropping on her own memory, peaking through the hedges, she revisits a scene between two lovers standing by a Christmas tree. Below them a peacock, whose closed feather train resembles the lady’s slumped dress, longingly observes them from the secret garden. Butterflies in the stomach have turned into a tapeworm. The past is gnawing at you, chewing at your mind. A bird has managed to escape, a child crawling on the floor reaches for it in vain, as if trying to catch the string of a balloon that has left its grasp. A concerned mother figure observes this scene. The feeling is of always being one second too late, one step behind. It’s about an amorphous sense of identity, a bird which would want to fly, imprisoned in the garden of memories, hiding its own beauty. Moving forward requires digesting these memories, before they eat you alive. Mausi, Berlin-Neukölln, 7.2.2026, 4PM.

JANA This is a terrain of relationships, their patterns etched into the landscape. The traces of two sequential love affairs faintly reverberates. Both couples hold hands facing each other, but there is a rift between both of the partners, driven deeply into the hill they are standing on. Leaving distance between this past, another bond of two lovers boldly stands out. Though they are standing on opposite sides of a canyon, they lean forward to hold each others hands. This is not a rift caused by the relationship, but a commitment to each other against all odds. As they cannot share common ground, a cloud forms above to connect them by means of the sky. This is the blueprint for a connection that feels karmic. Following the cup the landscape turns into a complex labyrinth of caves, each one of them waiting to be opened like a present. The experiences in the caves should feel youthful, silly and exciting, but a figure is observing the cave system with a demeanour of melancholy. A hand behind her back is still outstretched, refusing to let go. There is a self-imposed pressure to enter the caves but fleeting sparks will not be able to satiate this heart, which craves a fire. Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 9PM.

NADINE A story is told from start to finish. The warmth emanating from a campfire signals intimacy, familiarity and home. Befallen by catastrophe, amidst the rubbles of houses that were once standing tall, a figure hides to survive, beginning a longstanding journey of one day sitting around a campfire again in a new-found home. The figure’s travels are arduous and take them far away. Along the journey they find different means of shelter, nesting themselves under an umbrella-tree to take cover from rain. They have found themselves in a destination populated by both the dolphin and the dragon, the chicken and the sheep, who work together to build a pyramid, helping each other climb higher and higher. As they rebuild their own world-order, the figure has found ‘home’ with the most unlikely of people in the most unlikely of places. A campfire is lit, a cycle is closed. Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 11PM.

NICO A peacock with a very long train holds close to the ground. It keeps quiet, not daring to open its majestic feathers. Instead it whispers wishes in forms of chirps to the ether. The peacock wants to remain unseen for the time being before it flaunts what it has been working on and can step into its power. It has learnt from a past experience. A pterodactyl attacks the long neck of a brachiosaurus. It is a fight for territory, a fight between two friends who have turned to foes. The symbol of pi floats in the cup. What used to make sense, does not any longer. Tensions have risen, giving caution to lay low and keep one’s head down. This is an internal process. But the wishes of a praying figure echo freely, preparing to materialise. Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 11:30PM.

NEFELI The wizard with angel wings charges forward through a sandstorm that follows them wherever they go. It feels like it’s raining only on them but it is also the source of the wizard’s magic. A large bird with muscular wings outstretched has escaped from the Heaviness that lurks in the cup like a lump in the throat. Both wizard and bird are on the move. They are airborne; with each step forward the wizard’s hair dissolves further into the wind. Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 7PM.

AIVANA A diagram of human evolution is shown backwards. Instead of standing tall on two legs with each stage the human figure crouches further, coming closer and closer to crawling on the ground. Told is a tale of a loss of trust in oneself. The figure was once able to navigate turbulent and difficult terrain with ease, rafting on a river in an inflatable boat with a team to support them, dodging hazardous obstacles. Now they are hiding in a cave, too afraid to step outside. There is safety in the cave — it shelters them from the looming desert, exposing everything to the relentless unforgiving sun without a moment of rest, a tree to cast a shadow, a possibility to leave some things in the dark. But this is the only way forward. If the figure stays in the safety of the shadows, it will end up like the bones of the skeleton it has been staring at in the cave. Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 11:30PM.

recap from our first exhibition at @ringbarberlin ☕️

HEIDI Seeking connection, two figures lock eyes. But an invisible gaze lingers on one of their backs, hidden, lurking with a quiet intensity. Loitering just out of sight, they will never force themselves into the eyeline of the person they are yearning for. But their presence has influence, and brings the other’s tango out of rhythm. A stable connection of two will not work out, unless this third energy is dealt with. Look into their eyes or decide to avert your gaze forever. What counts for love does not count for finance. An octopus has its tentacles in various pots. One will bring a great reward. Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 7PM.

SYLVIE Angels turn into zombies, droopily succumbing to the flow of things. Wings are slumped, unable to open and take charge. Hanging onto the ether by their shoulders, and with slouched bunny ears, they are dragged down not only by their own body but but by the weight of aimlessness. The figures are floating in passivity; apathetic, lonely, lifeless. But a ticking time-bomb has been set to their go-with-the-flow horror story. Around the corner, the terrain changes drastically, punctured by explosions. Where the gods of the Unexpected govern, the angels will be forced to wake up from their living slumber and be shaken into life again. Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 11:30PM. . . . . . #fortune #oracle

SARI An unbridled jungle takes over the rim of the cup. Creatures lurk beneath the tangled foliage: A marten, a bat, a deer’s floating head. This is not a realm of logic but of the untamed and instinctual. The energy is nocturnal, dangerous but exciting. In this territory the seeds of growth are planted by unpredictability and succumbing to desire. This is the drinker’s personal form of wonderland, if they dared to fall down the rabbit hole. But for all its burgeoning creative energy, this mystical realm is contained only to one side of the cup. The other side is barren, vapid, vacuous except for a desktop computer and a figure typing away on it, sucked into the rhythms of responsibility and ordinary life. The subconscious jungle pulsates, begging for it not to be ignored. Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 8PM.